Lyrics Dub Pistols - The Problem Is

The problem is

The problem is

The future is not what it was

The problem is

The problem is

You kill my cat, I'll kill your dog

I'm spitting blood

I'm counting sheep

I'm dressed for dinner

I want to eat

I want the placemat

Placed out neat

I want the waiter to kiss my feet

I don't care which way the wind is blowing

I have no idea which way I'm going

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

The problem is

The problem is

Some people wise

Some other ways

The problem is

The problem is

I say I'm fine

But I'm really going blind

I don't care which way the wind is blowing

I have no idea which way I'm going

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]

I'm getting tired of the up high low [???]